I recently had a strange dream as well. Mine involved some sort of secret underground mansion. It was almost like amnesia the dark decent except without the same monsters. Just one kid who had an eye on his hand wearing something that resembled a straight jacket but had only one arm tied. I woke up on a rock bed (thats how the dream started) like the one i drew the kid sitting on (pic is very related), even though he had razor like teeth and seemed crazy he was actually smart and i knew he was friendly somehow. I was still somewhat frightened of him and I actually told myself that "the next time i go to sleep i will have nightmares from this." without knowing that this was partially a nightmare. He woke me up and led me through many traps in the "mansion" and told me of an evil owner to the mansion that i had to defeat. He and I fell asleep on a different rock bed we found past the traps and when i woke up we were in darker versions of the rooms from my house, he told me to search for my friends. I found some of them but one friend was still missing. A bathtub that I assumed she was hiding in had some rags in it that had what seemed like blood on them before I could check the last room that was behind the bathtub, i woke up for real. When I woke up i remembered telling myself that i might get a nightmare from the kid who was in my dream and i laughed to myself for a while. But it sucks that i didn't get to stay asleep to examine the last room or find the mansion owner.
>inb4 tl;dr

I had a dream once(at a time when I was scared of being in water 'cuz I can't swim) where I was at a beach and climbed this stupidly tall rock with a ladder-like side to it and proceeded to dive from it into shallow water (shallow enough that I should have hit the bottom and broken my neck) but I died almost instantly due to be underwater ....

I dreamed my house was completely populated by turtles. Like, turtles literally up the asshole, they were everywhere. Oddly enough, none of my family was home, but my cat was. I am so goddamn lonely. The turtles had the ability to leave their shells at will, and seemed to enjoy depositing them in one of my cat's litter boxes. In the other one, there was, fittingly, a small mountain of turtle **** that I immediately ignored. Instead, I opted to go play Left 4 Dead 2 instead of dealing with the anal refugees or the ungodly amount of homework that was on my mind (but I didn't actually have in reality). At some point, my perception of reality merged with the game's, and I seemed to be inside some sort of mall themed campaign (though not Dead Center). I came upon a food court with a Tank inside of it, conveniently already on fire. I closed a sliding gate on it, and then 2 more came from nowhere with the intention of exponentially increasing the available space in my asshole. I killed one, and then managed to get to a freakishly large elevator which for some reason also spun around. Along with the Tank, of course. I was able to teleport to the sides of the elevator as well, but that ended in me being flattened against the wall due to inertia. Goddamn physics won't even leave me alone in my dreams. I woke up in a warm swimming pool. In my basement. I chilled there for a little while, and when I got out, my brother's alarm woke me up and I had a cup of Diet Coke for breakfast.

I had a dream where I was staying at my Indian relatives (redskin Indians) mansion for the weekend (and keep in mind I'm a Canadian of mostly Slavic descend with a small amount of Latin with absolutely no aboriginal family members), I accidentally blew up their yard so I ran into the swamp. In the swamp I met a weird praying mantis/crab redneck creature with a ball cap, saw him commit a murder, and then he tried to kill me so I wouldn't tell the police because he didn't want to go to jail and not have to pay taxes. Yeah he was going on with this whole monologue about how taxes make the world exist and he needs to keep paying them.

I had two recurring nightmares as a child. One being I was standing on invisible ground with flames all around me. The devil was there and he was being really intimate with me, with touches and what not. It was absolutely terrible and I always woke up feeling violated.
The second dream was I would sit up in my bed and look at my hands and feet. As I watched them, my feet and hands would grow bigger like in old tv shows where it would show a superhero/person growing and so you would see the outlines as the grew larger. Anyways, that would happen and I would wake up and look at my hands and feet only to see that they were still growing. It was terrifying.

I experience where my girlfriend would turn into the most terrifying of creatures and would attack me. Strangely enough, I would feel the pain of the bite and awake screaming with a kitchen knife in my shaking, sweating hand. Night terrors are ****** up creatures, my friends.

I had a dream about a month ago where I was arguing with some random dude, and I got pissed and tried to punch him.
The good: I landed the hit, and he fell
The bad: The punch hit hard and woke me up. I now have a fist-dent in my wall.
Pic related, it was in a folder on my computer

>When I was younger I had these series of dreams
>In this world I met a young girl, red hair, and the most beautiful of smiles
>We spent time together, and I found myself loving her.
>Met her in the future, and in the past, from a space world of mars, to that which was burned to ash
>In every dream, it was like she was a prisoner to something, and I couldn't be with her
>I fought for her, in every dream and every world, through time and space itself
>And the day finally came when I defeated the enemy
>But... she... she was gone.
>I had lost her, she had disappeared never to be seen again
>|Time, space, and realty itself had ripped us apart
>I awoke to the last dream I would ever have, and cried.
> I've never seen her again and it's like a piece of myself is missing forever.
>My memories are fragmented, and I only know her by a name I gave her, on account of her red hair.
>My Fay... my Fiammetta

Where have you gone?

My dreams are really hyper detailed super realistic beautiful and dramatic at times

I once had a dream where it was the holocaust and i was back in my old high school.
but its wasent a jew holocaust, i actually didnt get who were they killing. but my dream went: i start with handcuffs everyone is handcuffed and the nazis have bottles of bbq sauce.
then the nazis proceed to put bbq sauce on people and lit them on fire. when its my turn i punch the nazi in the face and start running. as soon as i exit the school im in ******* wallmart screaming that bbq sauce kills.

I once dreamt I was in Manhattan during an apocalypse, and I was comforting my 8 year old niece (who lives in CALIFORNIA) and I told her I would break into a closed Modell's and get her a nice soccer ball before we left. Before I left her in my own personal tank for shelter, she asked me, "How will I know you'll be back?", so I told her, "Because I have something to fight for." So I ran in brandishing a dumbbell with weights on one side to use as a club, just in case...

I used to have dreams where I was on my own little island. It had a few towns scattered around, along with a large-ish city at the base of a mountain near the center. The mountain was hollowed out, it was well furnished and was really comfortable. Whenever I dreamed about the island, I'd start out in what I guess was the master bedroom. I'd always find some means of transportation like a car, boat, or, once, a hot air balloon, near a lagoon on the island, and I'd always explore it. Eventually everything started to sort of lose its color each time I dreamed about it, and everyone I dreamed about seemed to be a little depressed. After a while, I noticed people disappearing, and eventually there was nobody left and everything was in shades of gray. Around this time 2 years ago, when I dreamed about it, I started out in the master bedroom, but it was very dim, there was no furniture, the windows were blacked out, and I kept hearing this weird demonic screeching. I walked out and there was a large black void, and a rickety looking bridge leading to some kind of floating red mausoleum. I walked over to it, opened the door, and saw a huge pit full of the corpses of everyone who was on the island. I turned around and there was a pale figure with no features except a creepy smile on its face (pic not unrelated). I woke up immediately and I've never dreamed about the island since then.

i once dreamed i was in a mental hospital. and people kept disapearring at random. like we would have sanity tests and those who were to insane would be gone the next day. well in one of my dreams i didn't pass because the tests had you explain what you thought of that morning and i answered killing 1000s of Americans. well they sent me away to this room where everyone who disappeared once was. and a man came in and forced us to tell him how our thoughts were to be made reality. like our criminally insane thoughts had to have a plan to be made real. well i said "crashing a plane into structures. causing chaos in a major city would suffice i imagine"the man said great your dream may come true. the man had a head bandage on and had an accent. well two days later 9/11 happened and i remembered my dream. pictures of osama bin laden all over the media. it looked identical to the man in the dream. the turbin was mistaken for a bandage in my dream. its as iff he came in my dream and used insane peoples imaginations and turned them true in reality. haunted me for days on out until i convinced myself it was just my subconscious being retarded.

This is a prophecy. The day you forget about these dreams is the day you start living this as a reality. Everybody who lives with you on a private island and mansion you own in the future is going to be killed and thrown into the pit by that thing at the end of your dream. And no one would ever find out, but when I hear hundreds of people who used to live on an island owned by a very rich man disappeared, I will remember this comment.